Ironman 70.3 California Oceanside Race Recap

Well, I did it! Despite the numerous hurdles life has given me and my family over the last year and a half, this past weekend I crossed the finish line of my second-ever half-Ironman, the Ironman 70.3 California Oceanside.  The first 70.3 distance I did was exactly a year and a half ago (September 30, 2012) and was not Ironman-branded (SuperFrog was the original half-Ironman distance race, and is an awfully tough course put on by the Navy SEALS).  The experience of doing both races was very different---different courses, different weather, and different atmosphere.  Ironman can be likened to the Rock 'n' Roll Marathon races----very well known, a smooth-running machine.  SuperFrog was bare bones in comparison. But the end result was that for each I had to swim 1.2 miles, bike 56 miles, and then run 13.1 miles.  For that is what the 70.3 distance is all about.

There is so much to write about, so like last time I will make this post into sections.  This promises to be a very long post, as I like to write all my thoughts down so I can reference it later. Apologies in advance for superfluous details. :)

THE DAYS BEFORE

As race day approached, I felt very calm.  Yes, I had some nerves about it, but overall I felt good. As I wrote before, with my friend Steve coaching and training me this time around, I was very prepared, more prepared than I had been last time.  The week's workouts were spent in extreme taper. The weekend before I did one last open-water swim practice with Steve and Andrea, and over the week just did one more short swim, a few short runs, and one very short bike ride.

I wanted my family and best friend to have "team" shirts on for me to easily spot them so I had these custom made. Although I was very happy with them, it turned out that the Ironman volunteers were also wearing bright orange!  Regardless, it was nice to have shirts for everyone.

front of shirt

back of shirt

Friday I went to the expo in Oceanside to get my packet and, of course, go shopping in the Ironman tent.  When I got to the venue, this was my first sight of Ironman Village (note: this was only HALF of it; the other half was to my right, not pictured).

lots of vendors and opportunities to spend money

I immediately got in line to get my packet, as that's what was most important.  The Ironman people have this down to a science.  First, I had to check in at the front and give them a signed waiver from the City of Oceanside.  Then I had to to to another table where I got two more pieces of paper to sign: an Ironman waiver and my emergency contact page.  After this was signed, I went to another table where I was given my wristband, swim cap (silver, for women 40-44), my bib(s) and my number stickers.  Next was a table where I got my official shirt (the men's were grey, while the women's were the brightest fluorescent yellow I have ever seen!) Then was a table where I was given a pass for an assigned parking lot to park in the morning (I lucked out with lot #23, which was RIGHT next to T2).  And then, I received my timing chip (and I must say, it looked like the straps were all brand new!  Way to go, Ironman! I'm used to old straps that have been through many triathlons).  Finally, I was shuttled into a side room where I was told to watch a video made by the race directors, giving the ins and outs of the course, etc.

Before entering the madness

wristband in order to gain entry to transitions

bright shirt!

Whew!  As I said, check-in was down to a science!

After I was set, I hooked up with my friend Andrea to go to the Ironman store.  We first walked through all the vendors, but as I wasn't spending money elsewhere, or trying new foods, I didn't stop anyplace. But if you're in the mood for triathlon shopping, an Ironman expo is for you!  Everything swim, bike and run is at your fingertips.

Finally we got to the official Ironman merchandise store. Each athlete was given a cool bag.  Then it was time to shop! My initial goal was to get a jacket, but they didn't have any, only a pull-over, which didn't appeal to me.  But that didn't stop me from spending money. I got three more shirts:  an official finisher's shirt, and two shirts with everyone's name in the M-Dot (I got both the short-sleeved and long-sleeved versions as I couldn't decide).  So now, including the shirt I got at check-in, I have four shirts from the race.  I also bought a cycling jersey as well.  The shirts and jersey are my birthday present from my daddy and step-mother. I am so excited about them! And I couldn't forget about the kids! I got my son a shirt that says "Future Ironman" (he's doing his first kid-sized triathlon in May) and my daughter a shirt with some swim/bike/run stuff on it.  A headband, water bottle,  sticker and cheering cowbells rounded out my purchase.

bags given to each athlete

In short, I bought out the store. But, I didn't know if I'd ever do another Ironman event, and I was here to celebrate my training.  As soon as I got home I hid the bag, as I didn't want to jinx myself (technically it's bad luck, at least to me, to buy the finisher's shirt before doing the actual event, but I didn't know if the Ironman store would be open by the time I finished the race and I certainly didn't want to miss out).

In the meantime, I had packing to do.  Packing for any triathlon is huge---packing for a 70.3 (or 140.6, I'd imagine) is even harder. For example, if I forgot my nutrition or hydration on a sprint, I could get through just fine.  Forgetting something like that on a long race could potentially ruin your race. I had gotten everything into piles on Thursday and put into garbage bags (labled morning clothes, swim, bike, run and post-race).  When I returned from the expo with my official gear bags, I transferred it all.  My bike, which I had gotten tuned up two weeks before, was ready. My bags were packed. 

most of this had to fit in the bags they gave me!

official gear bags

After packing, I had to go to temple that evening for a Shabbat dinner with my daughter's first grade class.  Then home, triple checked my bags, loaded the car with all my bags and bike (the only thing still in the house was my Garmin, which I wanted to keep charging overnight) and off to bed by 8:15.  Of course, I couldn't sleep. Between an earthquake, the phone ringing, and the dog barking, I tossed and turned. I finally fell asleep by 11:30, was up again briefly at 1:00, and up for good at 2:50 (I beat my alarm clock which was set for 3:00).

This may be TMI, but I woke up with my period.  Gah! Of all days to get get it!  But I was prepared for that possibility, and had even consulted some friends on Twitter and dailymile about what to do if that happened. I had packed some necessities in with all my gear.

PRE-RACE

As I said, I was awake by 2:50 on very little sleep. As I'd set my alarm for 3:00 anyway, I got out of bed and went downstairs. I got dressed in my tri shorts, running bra, and a sweatshirt/running pants over it, brushed my teeth, braided my hair in pigtails, and wasted time on Facebook before leaving the house shortly before 4:00.  I easily got to Oceanside with no traffic and pulled into my assigned lot by 4:20.  On the way I ate  Luna Bar and started eating a second, but started to feel nauseous so I didn't finish.  Soon my friend Andrea pulled in (she was in the same lot as me).  

Now, this race used to have transition all in one spot, but in recent years they made a separate T1 (transition swim to bike) and T2 (transition bike to run). I have never had separate transitions before and didn't know how that would work.  We were told to unpack T2 first, then ride/walk our bikes over to T1, about a mile away.  Andrea and I walked the two blocks over to T2 with our run bags and each found our assigned spots (this made it easy; each athlete had a sticker with their race number on it indicated where to set up).  I got my stuff set up pretty quickly (transition towel, running shoes, fresh socks rolled open, a tank top to change into, my fuel belt, a headband and a hat).  The announcer there said the water was 58 degrees. What? Just last weekend it had been 62. The thought of water that cold was demoralizing, but beyond my control.

T2, I'll see you in about 6 hours!

We then went back to our cars, topped off our tires with air, grabbed our bikes, bike bags and morning gear bags, and walked the mile+ over to T1.  Lots of people were riding their bikes, but honestly, with how heavy our bags were, and the darkness, we just felt more comfortable walking.  We finally got to T1.  Here we didn't have assigned spots, only assigned racks by waves.  I found spot at the end, got body marked (I also used the Sharpie to write "mom" on my arm for inspiration during the hard times), hit the bathroom, and finished getting my bike stuff set up. I also found my friend Marsha, who was doing her first 70.3. The National Anthem was sung, and soon it was time to get in my wetsuit.

Once I got in my wetsuit, I put all my outer clothes into my green morning gear bag and dropped it off in the designated area.  This bag, as well as the blue bike bag, would later be delivered to us in T2.  I dropped the bag off, and found Andrea so she could help zip me up (only she and a few other friends know exactly how I like to be zipped in) and it was time to head down to the swim queue.  Oh, my ear plugs! I had to run back up to get them. I also sucked down a Gu for extra calories.  I found my fellow silver-capped women (we were in wave 13, out of 23) and watched as the pros went off with a cannon start.  Soon the pros were out of the water and running by us; I saw Andy Potts and Matty Reed (who I met last week at a kids' triathlon seminar; he's very nice) and Meredith Kessler, as well as other pros I didn't recognize. It was like watching a ballet---they were all so graceful running into transition, jumping and their bikes and riding off with a flying mount (shoes already clipped into pedals before they get on).  As we inched forward, wave by wave, I saw my friend Irina, who was there to cheer on me and Marsha. It was awesome to see her!

A sign posted near the boat ramp (which was the entrance to the water) said the water was 60.4 degrees. That definitely seemed better than 58.  As we waited on the rough concrete, I was glad I was wearing my neoprene booties to protect my feet. A few other people had throw-away flip-flops or socks, but most people were barefoot--and they were complaining! If you, my dear reader, ever do this race, I suggest something for your feet for the wait. And tinted goggles (which I'll talk about later).

Waiting was actually fun. I looked behind me and saw thousands of athletes down the queue, like a rainbow as the caps changed from wave to wave.  Unlike SuperFrog, where I thought I was going to pass out because I was so nervous before the swim, this time I was calm. I had done my training, and whatever happened, happened.  I was nervous, of course, but more excited and eager than anything.

I felt no fear.

in queue

right before going down the boat ramp into the water

THE SWIM

From the Ironman website:  This race offers the only chance athletes have to swim in the calm, protected Oceanside Harbor, where water temperatures in early spring are usually in the low to mid 60's.

swim course

I am what a fellow swimmer at my gym calls a "death by incher". At the pool, I never just jump in; I sit on the edge of the pool, dangling my feet, before I decide to inch my way in.  When I do open water swim practices, I'm even worse. First I get in and cuss out loud at my feet being cold. Then I slowly work up the nerve to duck down and get icy water in my wetsuit. Only minutes later do I dare to actually put my face in the water.

Not on race day.

Once the wave in front of us went off, we had exactly 3 minutes to go down the boat ramp and swim to the first buoy to line up. I had to use every one of those 3 minutes to not only get over to the start, but to acclimate to the water.  As soon as we were allowed in, I charged into the water and started swimming. I opened my wetsuit in the front a bit so water could get down there and start warming up. I put my face in the water and started to blow bubbles out of both my mouth and my nose.  The water didn't feel cold to me. I'm not sure if the temperature was right---it felt warmer than 60.4--or if my adrenaline was warming me up.  I was wearing a full wetsuit, neoprene booties, ear plugs and a silicone cap under my Ironman-issued latex one (I actually also have a neoprene cap with a chin strap, but in every open water and pool practice with it I never got my goggles to seal properly with it on, so I didn't wear it.)  I felt fortunate---in past years, the Oceanside race has had temperatures in the low 50's.  Brrrr!  I acclimated the best I could, headed over the to right, waited for the horn to blow (no cannons for us age-groupers, only the pros) and suddenly was swimming!

Immediately I had clean water and space. It felt luxurious!  I got into a good rhythm and swam and swam and swam, bilaterally breathing.  Like every darned open water swim I do, it seemed like the next buoy, or the next, would never come, and then suddenly it would be behind me.  About halfway to the turn-around at the red buoy (which is at the mouth of the harbor, next to the ocean), suddenly it was like a washing machine. I had caught up to some of the slower men from the previous wave, and was now getting run over by the fast women from the wave behind me.  I stopped momentarily here and there to reposition myself, but was able to keep going.  Although I thought the red buoy would never come, suddenly I was there and making a U-turn to come back.  This way was familiar territory to me, as I had just swam from the ocean through the harbor to the boat ramp exactly six months prior, when I did the 2.4 mile Tiki Swim.

Once I hit the U-turn, though, I got into trouble. The sun was right in our eyes, on the left.  I tried to only breathe to the right (usually I breathe bilaterally) but with all the chop in the water from the thousands of swimmers I started to feel a bit seasick that way. So I had to suck it up and look into the sun on the left breathing.  I really, really wished I had worn tinted goggles instead of my clear ones.  To make things worse, although my goggles were not leaking, I had a few drops of water on the inside, not only making it hard to see out of, but reflecting the sun as well. I desperately wanted to stop and clean out my goggles, but I know from my open water swim practices that if I do that, my goggles won't seal correctly again. I chose to have a hard time seeing vs. constant leaking.

Most people around me were having similar issues.  I commented to a few people here and there about being blinded by the sun, and they agreed.  I had a hard time seeing the buoys, and in fact almost swam head-first into another buoy (not a Ironman inflatable buoy but a hard metal one in the harbor).  I thought the swim would never end. I stopped many times on the way back to orient myself, knowing that my minutes were adding up, but unable to do much about it.  Finally, mercifully, the end was in sight and I made the right turn to go up the boat ramp.  As soon as I was able to stand I did (I don't remember if a volunteer helped me up or not!) and I went up the ramp.  A volunteer ran after me to help me unzip in the back but I kept walking; I am capable of unzipping myself.  I started jogging on the carpet back to transition. Irina was there again, and got this great picture.

so happy to be out of the water!

Back to transition.  I ran and ran----and passed my rack! I wasn't even paying attention.  I had to turn around and backtrack to find it.  There were only a few bikes left on the rack.  Wetsuit off, booties off, cap and goggles off.  Bike jersey, arm warmers, and windbreaker on.  Socks, bike shoes, race belt, helmet, sunglasses......So much stuff.  And traditionally I ALWAYS have issues in T1.  For some reason I can never figure things out.  My time is always minutes later than my competitors.  My mind gets disoriented coming out of the swim and it's hard to think. Here in T1 my fingers were numb and I was fumbling. I used a HotSnapZ hand warmer that Andrea had given me but I still couldn't get my fingers to work, especially my thumb. My left thumb would NOT cooperate.  At the end, I had to ask a volunteer to zip my windbreaker up for me.  I fumbled more and finally got my Garmin strapped to my wrist.  Looking back, I should have foregone the arm warmers and windbreaker because I didn't need them later in the bike, but at the time I was cold and was grateful for the warmth.  I also needed to bag everything up, as volunteers would take the bag back to T2.  So I had to stuff my wetsuit, towels, goggles, EVERYTHING into my blue bike bag, adding on extra time. At last, I was prepared to bike. I trotted out of T1, past the mount line, and got on. I was ready to ride 56 miles.

off to bike!

THE BIKE

From the Ironman website: The bike course takes cyclists along the California coastline to San Clemente, before dipping into the Marine Corps Base at Camp Pendleton. Here, challenging hills confront athletes before they are taken back to the Oceanside Pier—one of the longest fishing piers in California.  

bike course

I am lucky to live in San Diego, and therefore was able to train on much of this course.  Most of the first 26 miles I had done before, even on base at Camp Pendleton (all I have to do is show my driver's license to get on base to bike).  However, the notoriously hilly section is in the in miles 28-45 or so, and civilians are not allowed on this part of the base except on race day.  I had heard about the awful hills, and done my best in training to get a lot of hill work in. For those of you who know San Diego, I did several trips biking up Scripps Poway Parkway, as well as a few rides each on Torrey Pines, and Calle Cristobol. I also did San Elijo as part of the Senorita Century Ride, and of course many other hills around San Diego, including the Three Witches.  Still, I didn't know what to expect, especially as everyone talks about one very steep hill, San Mateo.

bike course elevation. yowzers!

I did find this YouTube video of the back part of the course; you can see the hills (in a car, not from a biker's view).  The worst hill is at about 30 second in the video.  It does not do it justice, speeding up in a car. 

The first part of the ride I was trying to get my breathing down, as I was hyperventilating a bit from all the excitement, cold and adrenaline.  A quick steep uphill to get out of the harbor and then soon I was on base on Camp Pendleton through the Del Mar Gate.  At first I the route was unknown to me, behind some storefronts that I had never seen before.  Soon, though, we turned left onto Stuart Mesa, which was very familiar territory to me. I had biked this road many, many times over the past several months.  There are a few hills, nothing major (although truthfully when I first started biking here, these little hills were hard for me!)  I got up them with ease, and settled in.  I tried to eat and drink, knowing I had to re-fuel from the swim and pre-fuel for the run.  Like in SuperFrog, though, I was having a hard time eating.  I wasn't as nauseous as I was on that bike ride, but I still I was feeling a bit queasy and it was hard to eat and drink.  On  a turn-around, I saw my friend Andrea not too far behind me; so awesome to see a friend out there!

At mile 7 I realized I still had my ear plugs from the swim in my ears.  

I also had to go to the bathroom. Not badly, but enough that it was on my mind. I didn't see any port-o-potties, but I knew from experience that there is one for the soldiers right next to the entrance/exit at the Las Pulgas Gate. So, when we got up to the gate to leave the base, I made a quick left off the course to use the facilities. I also took that opportunity to take off my windbreaker and arm warmers, as I was getting hot.  Back on my bike, I exited through the Las Pulgas Gate, through the parking lot where I always park to ride on base, and onto the Old Pacific Coast Highway, which is now just a biking and running trail, and past aid station #1. Here I stopped one more time, just briefly, because I was getting a headache and I had to choose the right pill out of my pill container.  Back on the bike.  Through the San Onofre campgrounds, out of the campgrounds, past the San Onofre Nuclear Generators, up to the Trestles bike path and then right on Christianitos. I have done this ride more times than I could count in training. This time, though, it was with a few thousand people.  As I grinded up the very short up steep hill from Trestles to Christianitos, one of the volunteers said "you look like you've been training on hills!".  I shouted back, "I trained on THIS hill!".

Soon I was entering Camp Pendleton again through the Christianitos Gate. I have never done this before.  As I passed aid station #2 I almost got hit by the sag wagon, who I guess was coming in with downed bikers. Literally, I was biking and the van swerved left and crossed my path. If I hadn't braked hard and swerved myself, I would have hit it head-on. That definitely wasn't cool.   As I left the area, a volunteer told me that the big hill was coming up in two miles.

Great.

Two miles later I got my first glimpse of San Mateo, the worst hill.  I had heard it was only half a mile long but very steep, likely steeper than any hill I'd climbed yet.  I was also warned that lots of bikers would be walking up.  It looked as steep as a wall in front of me, with a kind of corkscrew twist.

The reality was that when I was on the hill, EVERY biker around me was walking up.  There were probably 15-20 athletes going up that hill when I did it, and every single one of them was walking up.  I did see one woman ahead of me riding, but halfway up she too got off. I was determined not to walk.  I didn't need to; I had trained for this and could get up.  I got in my granny gear and started spinning up the hill.  Because my name was on my bib and my bib was turned to the back, as instructed, everyone I passed started yelling out my name and encouraging me.  That was fun.  I know every single one of those triathletes beat me on the bike, but I beat them on the hills, and that was an amazing feeling.  All of these people were super-fit, most with tri bikes and even disc wheels.  I don't know why they couldn't bike up, but I was proud I did.  And even though it was hard, I wasn't about to burst a lung after and my legs weren't jelly.  I guess I've become a climber.

Some downhills, some rollers, and a second big climb, not nearly as steep as San Mateo, but steep enough and longer.  Again, most of the bikers were walking (although not all this time, like San Mateo) and I got encouragement up the hill.  I met a guy, David, who was walking both hills and I ended up talking to him here and there throughout the next few miles, which was fun.  There was one scary downhill that was super steep and made a sharp left turn. Here there was a no-passing zone and a 25 mph speed limit. I tried to hit my brakes as much as possible and my brakes were screaming so loud, a sound I've never heard before. As much as I like descents, this one frightened me and I was glad to be done.  

There was one more big hill here (which I again rode up) then about 10 miles of flat.  Traditionally I hear there are big headwinds here.  There WERE headwinds, to be sure, but it wasn't too bad; I've biked in worse.  I passed the third and final aid station.  Soon a motorcycle drove up next to me. My first thought was that it was a race official and I had done some offense like littering, but I knew I hadn't.  Turns out it was the medical motorcycle.  Then I thought to myself, "geez, does it look like I need medical?!?"  The guy asked me how I was doing, and we chatted for a bit. I guess he was just assessing the back-of-packers to make sure we were ok.

Finally, FINALLY I was off the base again and heading back to the harbor. I passed the harbor and a few miles later was at T2. I saw my family, my best friend and Steve standing there. They got to see me bike in and dismount.  Boy, seeing their faces really brightened my mood!

Heading to my rack in T2, I was lost. I was so tired and disoriented.  Luckily a kind volunteer helped me find my rack. When we got there, my stuff was there but there was literally no room above it for my bike. He told me to get my running gear on and that he would take care of the bike. So I gave him my bike and helmet, changed socks (unnecessary but felt oh-so-good after that 56 mile bike!), put on my running shoes, changed from my bike jersey to a tank top, grabbed my fuel belt, hit the port-o-potty, and ran out of transition.

THE RUN

From the Ironman website:  The run portion takes athletes on a winding journey along the pier (one of the longest fishing piers in the state), and then out to Oceanside's flat beachfront path, "The Strand," where miles of sandy beaches provide a distracting vista. Runners then head into a residential area, and loop back out to finish not far from the ocean's edge, in a chute that's always lined with energetic spectators.

run course

run elevation profile

Once out of transition, I saw my family and friends again. I can't stress enough how amazing it was to see them!  I started immediately on my run/walk ratio of 1:30/00:30, which has gotten me through all my long runs with minimal pain. I was fine at first, sticking to my ratio, only walking extra when it came to going up or down the ramps, which were actually very steep (see profile above).  The crowds, spectators and volunteers were absolutely amazing.  This is what was missing from SuperFrog:  spectator support.  That run was done far away from the finish line. This course was two loops along the beachfront.  There were spectators all over the place, and as my name was on my bib I got lots of shoutouts of "you're doing great!", "you're amazing!", "way to go, girl!".  Residents were out in front of their homes, blasting music, offering otter pops, cookies, even beer. It was really like one big party.

Within a few miles, I started to get very tired. Miles ticked down slowly. Actually, I was counting down tenths of miles. Each mile seemed to take forever.  I saw one of my dailymile friends, who was unable to race due to injury. She had come down to cheer, and it was fun to see her. I also saw another acquaintance of mine out there.  Everytime I saw someone I knew it gave me new energy.  And I needed energy.  Not only was I exhausted, but I was so hot!  The cloud cover had burned off and the sun was out in full force. I don't know the temperature, but I know it seemed higher than the predicted 74 degrees.  I started grabbing water at every station and dumping it on my head.  Several aid stations had ice,  and I would grab a cup (sometimes two, double fisting!) and chew on the ice as I walked or ran, and stuffed ice chips down my running bra. I was grateful for the cold sponges that were offered. I finally circled back to the ocean (the course had veered into some residential) and the ocean breeze felt so good.  I also started to get some pain. Some of my usual sciatic, but that wasn't too bad. I was more worried about new pains: one in my left calf and one in my right Achilles. My socks were soaked from pouring water on myself and running through people's hoses, and my feet were squishing in them.

At the turn around, which was the halfway point, I again saw my family. I told them that I didn't think I could do another loop. Of course, I knew I could and I would, but mentally I was done. I couldn't imagine doing another 6 miles! They all shouted encouragement at me, and Steve shouted some things that can't be repeated here. :) Off I went on lap two.

it's hard to feel bad with running views like this

This time there were not too many runners left.  Most of the athletes had already finished the race. Still, people were out there cheering.  I talked to as many people as I could as I passed them, including police officers, security guards, and other runners.  Anything to keep my mind off the pain and the mental chore of just getting done. Everyone was in a good mood. I saw a runner dressed like Superman. Another was running in full fireman gear.

I walked way more than I wanted to, but truly ran the best I could. I was hoping to run the half marathon in roughly 2:50, and I was about 15 minutes over that, but given the previous swim, hilly run, heat and pain I was dong my best. Looking back, I know for a fact I did the best I could do. I took only 2 Gus during the run; usually in a half marathon I take 3 and maybe some Gu Chomps, but I couldn't choke another one down. Besides, I also took some food at the aid stations: pretzels, chips and oranges.  

Finally I hit mile 13 and I knew I was almost done. The finish line was in sight. I passed my family, best friend and Steve again, who were now joined by some dear family friends and their daughter. I quit walking and just ran to the finish.

approaching the finish

I don't remember much of the chute, just that I threw my arms in the air in victory and I believe they called someone else's name.  The announcer certainly didn't call my name, and while he said a girl's name, there was no girl behind me. Oh well, that didn't matter. Once I crossed, a volunteer immediately took my timing chip, another gave me my medal, and a third gave me a finisher's hat.  After that I was left alone. I wasn't directed anywhere. I did see table with some snacks, so I grabbed a bottle of water, a cookie and banana...but I didn't see a place for finisher's pictures, I didn't see medical, and I didn't see the promised taco stand.


Regardless, I didn't need any of that stuff---medical, official photos or food.  All I wanted was my family and friends. I found them, and they led me to a bench where I finally got to sit and relax. Someone found me a piece of pizza.  Eventually, we headed up the stairs to T2, where I got my bike, my morning gear bag and my bike bag.  After posing for pictures by the car, I headed home.

with the official finisher's hat

FINAL THOUGHTS

First of all, I am so proud of myself for finishing this race.  I knew that regardless of how I finished, I would be proud, as I trained very hard and in the midst of some extraordinarily hard life circumstances. I met my time goal.  Even though I technically had 9 hours to complete it, as the time officially started when the last wave hit the water, giving me an extra 30 minute cushion, I am happy I beat the official 70.3 cutoff of 8:30. Not by much, but I beat it.

I was pleased that my gear worked. I was worried about leaky goggles or a flat tire; neither came to pass.  My only wish was that I had worn tinted goggles during the swim.

I need to work on streamlining my T1, and have better nutrition on long bike rides. While I nail nutrition on my training rides, on both half-Ironman bike rides I was nauseous from the water and unable to eat or drink as much as I should have. I need to figure this out too.

On the run, I decided I didn't want to to any more 70.3 distances.  While I love training for the long distances (and in fact still have a century ride [100 mile bike ride], half marathons and another 2.4 mile swim on my race calendar) I don't love doing it all back-to-back-to-back. I decided to stick to individual swim, bike or run events. And stick to sprint distance triathlons, or even an Olympic distance.  The half-Iron distance is a lot for me in one day. And having done two, and saying at the end of each "never again", is telling.  Now, two days later, I am second guessing myself...but I do know this: if I ever do another 70.3, it won't be for a few years.

Finally, I did this race with a grateful heart. I talked to my mother the entire time, on the bike and run. It was her first triathlon, and I'm sure her spirit didn't know what to make of it!  She got me through the tough spots. I know she did.  When I asked her for help, I felt her spirit move through me.  She helped me up those hills and making my way through the course.  When I got tired and demoralized, I remembered how lucky I am to be able to swim, bike and run....and gratitude poured out of me. I smiled most of the way, and was thankful for almost eight and a half hours.  The race truly was not only a celebration of my training, but of my life.

I would be remiss not to publicly thank Steve again. Without his training and coaching, I would have finished. With his training and coaching, I finished strong and happy.  Please check out his recap of spectating the race (he was supposed to race it too, but broke his foot a few weeks ago, ironically while running with me).  And a huge thanks to my husband J, and my kids, D and A, who not only cheered me on this weekend, but encourage me to get out there every day to swim, bike and run and allow me to do what I love to do.

This race was amazing. The volunteers were spectacular.  Apparently, of the 2000 volunteers, half were military from Camp Pendleton.  Humbling and wonderful. I highly, highly recommend this race to anyone looking to do a 70.3  Just be sure to be ready for those hills!